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Dec 2017
The demons already won my soul
My heart's black as a charcoal
Im doing terrible things that I can't control
Im still hurting and crying but my tears,Β Β it doesn't fall anymore
Im trying to climb back up but I still fall
There's nothing more I can do,Β Β my heart's too cold
I'm tired of listening to the words they have told
I'm not that young anymore and I'm not that old
I can't even hear the banging of church bell
It seems like my body is destined to be burned hell
Written by
Michael  21/M/MNL
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